Moo on Thorsday

One of Mama’s favorite poets is Robert Frost, and Two Look at Two is one she’s read aloud to us a few times, particularly when there have been deer in the yard, which happens several times daily, since we live in the woods…

Anyhow, one of Sissy’s many nicknames is Moo, and for a long while now, Mama has been making jokes about “Moo Look at Moo” when we pass the cows. Finally, Mama got her act together and got a cute photo so we could share this little bit of babble with you.

It’s not a great photo, but the poor woman did have her hands full, what with two leashes, her phone/camera… It’s only fair that I – Gretchen Greer – note that both of us dogs were barking, even though we know that’s a no-no. We were just too excited to behave, so this photo is as good as it gets.

Pity, because Sissy and that black with white face cow really were having a staring contest. Sissy didn’t stand a chance though, because as soon as the phone was tucked away, Mama ordered us on down the road… right after we were FIRMLY told enough was enough and we MUST be QUIET.

Several of those moos were staring back at you Gretchen! I understand about the barking because my Mom says, “No bark!” I hear that all the time, and mostly it’s Max that makes all the noise. He is a chatty little guy.
Smooches,
Macy

We have cows in the field right next to our house. The first time Monty saw them, his hackles went up and he started growling. Mom told him “NO, those are good cows”. From then on he would turn his head so he couldn’t see them. That way he didn’t have to growl at them.

Who wouldn’t bark at moos?! We’ve never seen any, either, but we’d sure bark if we did. It’s a sensible precaution when faced with a strange critter that big. We’re not yappy doggies [and we’re sure you’re not, either], so mama usually doesn’t mind when we bark because it keeps her informed about important stuff like strange people and dogs near our house. We don’t bark at regular visitors like the mail lady.